Stealth Love | A Kim Namjoon POV Story

Chapter 1: Unknown Past

Namjoon's POV

My eyes  snapped open. I'm now awake. That dream. That dream.

I forced myself to sit up. It's only now I noticed how sweaty I was because  of that dream even though my AC was on blast. 

I put my arms and forehead on my knees, thinking about the dream.

It's been 3 years since that happened and I would occasionally dream about it from time to time. But today, it seems so vivid. I was reminded of what happened 'till the tiniest detail of it. 

I flung away the comforter  and stood up. I went straight to the bathroom, pulled down my boxers and immediately went under the shower. 

Her body and her face were imprinted behind my eyes. The way she thrown back her head, the way her face shown pleasure. God, how could I forget her? How could I forget that one night?  

She wasn't around when I woke up the next day. The space on the bed beside me was empty. I was ready to think that it might've been a dream if not for the blood stain I found. It really did happen.

She left even before I woke up. I only remembered her name. I didn't even know whose room we used last night. 

I looked around the room before I left it. No trace of someone living there. I was half expecting to bump into her when I came out of the room. But she was nowhere to be found. 

I bumped into someone who looked familiar with the place and willed myself to ask him if he knew someone occupying that room.      

"Oh, I know it was a visiting artist. The directress gave her that room. I forgot her name, though. She was only here for a couple of weeks. I heard she left yesterday after the exhibit. Is she your friend?"

"Ah...yes. I thought I would say bye but..." I put my hands in my pocket.  

"I'm sorry I can't be of help. You may want to ask the directress though I reckon she won't be around today. We're close 'til tomorrow." 

"No, that's okay. I.. thanks for the info." I smiled at him awkwardly.

"You're welcome. I got to go!" I watched him walk away and I made my way towards the staircase that I remembered climbing last night.  

I sighed as I came out of the building. It looked entirely different now that it's day time compared to last night. 

Who knew I would meet someone there and spend the most glorious night I could ever have? 

If only I can stay for a couple of days to seek for the directress, I would. But the company's been calling and asking me to come back. 

We cannot delay things any longer. We have a tour that's ongoing. Lots of shows to attend to. We need to come up with a new album...

I thought this break will refresh me. 

But here I am, having another thing to worry about.

Who are you, Soohee?   

It had been more difficult to find her when I left Amsterdam. We've been visiting countries after countries and you might think I could have easily see her again. But, no. The world's too big, I guess.

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Soohee's POV

"The next president's daughter, Ahn Soohee!" 

I immediately smiled upon hearing my name and stepped up on the podium. 

I looked around the venue as flashes of light hit my face.